posted by Savanah on May 22
A night that gets spent too close to the water is one that opens up a space in the heart. A memory enters somewhere between the hours of 3 and 4 am, and no one can predict what the outcome will be. An adventure in a private San Diego, hotel reservations necessary, can be something with fresh fish by the sea, or it’s sometimes a dream where Olokun watches everything, and refuses to speak the next day.
The sounds of San Diego are as different as the smells, and they exist in the nose’s mind long after it’s time to get back. The best and most helpful hint is that no one ever wants it to be time to get back. This means that any messages that are received between waves must not be original after all, and are probably simply as old as time.
It would be nice to know, but the sea won’t speak about its age, it’s not polite, or becoming, or maybe it just doesn’t matter in this conversation. Time in a city where there is too much gray can be erased, and even reversed, with a few hours by the ocean in San Diego . Many more things can be made right by a visit to the city, where the size is manageable, and the interest in making beautiful lives is as sophisticated as any city to the north.
If Olokun could speak, or could speak to a roomful of people who are as wet with the surf as she is, there would be only a song. It would, of course, be the most beautiful song in the world. But of course, no one would be able to remember it once the room fell back into the palm of the magician who conjured it. There are attractions here.
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